PRISON BREAK TV Show

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• Sucre: You know, she doesn’t love you.
  Hector: Yeah, I don’t want to get into that right now.
  Sucre: You’re not raising my kid. ¿Tu me estas entendiendo?
  (suddenly, police sirens are heard heading in their direction)
  Hector: (smiles smugly) That don’t sound good, cuz.
  (Sucre punches Hector in the face, kicks him while he’s on the floor, then runs out)

• C-Note: (to the train passenger next to him) It’s always some damn thing, right?
  (she smiles sympathetically to him)

• Sara: Do you know who I am?
  Kellerman: Uh, I happened to see the news last night, yes. Hey, I don’t care. I’ve got some skeletons in my closet too. One of them wears a dress.

• Mahone (to dealer): Midazolam, 1500 mg every 30 days, that’s all I want from you. We understand each other?
  (long pause)
  Dealer: Yo, you gonna pay me for it?
  Mahone (slams cash on his chest): Right there!

• Lincoln: First thing I’m gonna do with the money - buy new shoes.
  Michael: Second thing - tacos.
  Lincoln: Third thing - ice cold beer.
  Michael: Fourth thing - a little toothpaste.

• T-Bag: You know, in Thailand, they got a black market where you can get any kind of surgery you need, even a hand transplant.
  Lincoln: You’re sick, you know that?

• Bruce: Listen, I hope you get this nomination more than anyone but, be prepared. This Burrows thing may steamroll.
  Gov. Tancredi: Well, we’ll wait it out, just like you said.
  Bruce: Problem is, too many headlines. His lawyer Nick Savrinn’s already dead. His kid’s awaiting trial for double homicide. And now, his lead council’s classified as missing.
  Gov. Tancredi: Well is she missing or is she dead?
  Bruce: I just thought you should know before you go to Washington.
  Gov. Tancredi: Bruce, is there something connecting all of this?
  Bruce: It’s probably best you don’t ask a whole lot of questions.

• Michael: Tell me that’s not what I know it is.
  T-Bag: Oh, it is. But don’t worry. Before I destroyed it, I committed it to my photographic memory. (eats last bit of the map)
  Michael: Coming from a compulsive liar I find that a little hard to believe.
  T-Bag: I woulda tattooed it to my body, but I didn’t have the time.

• (Michael and Lincoln’s car radio)
  Reporter: This morning authorities issued an update on the escaped convicts known, until now, as the “Fox River Eight”. Chicago mob boss John Abruzzi was gunned down outside of a Washington DC motel last night after investigators received a tip from an informant. The other seven escapees are still at large and considered dangerous.
  A Florida man wanted in.. (Lincoln turns off the radio)
  Lincoln: I didn’t think Abruzzi would be the first of us to go.
  Michael: I have a feeling we’re in for a lot of surprises.

• Mahone: You can’t get ‘em all.

• T-Bag: I’m gonna take the high road here and suggest a mutually beneficial arrangement. I have the information, you have the manual requirements necessary to unearth Westmoreland’s buried booty. We’re partners.
  Michael: And why is that?
  T-Bag: ‘Cause of this moment, I’m your map.

• T-Bag: Don’t you feel all warm inside, now that we’re workin’ together?
  Michael: We aren’t workin’ together. You’re just here to lend a hand.

• T-Bag (seeing Tweener): I just found me an inbetweener, where you goin’ in such a hurry, huh?
  Tweener: None of your beeswax, yo.
  T-Bag: I know where, same place every other man who was in that room that night. They all comin’ around here for a big family reunion… at the KU KLUX Ranch, if they ain’t here already.
  Tweener: Ain’t no country folk in this town ever heard of the Double K Ranch.
  T-Bag: Seems like you’ve been misinformed, indeedy there is a Double K. It’s just a matter of who gets there first, all right? The stars are going to collide in Tooele, my friend.

• Michael: How much further?
  Lincoln: 70, 80 miles.
  Michael: Good. We should be hitting Double K Ranch by this afternoon -
  Lincoln (cuts Michael off): Or we can keep driving, pick up LJ, then hit Panama.
  Michael: We can’t hit Panama! We can’t hit anything! We can’t do anything without the money. We need to find Charles’s stash!
  Lincoln: I know some other guys who are thinkin’ the same thing.

• Sara: So, in my program, um, we’ve been talking about making amends. And I’ve been thinking a lot about, um…about some of the choices I’ve made lately. And I know that that affects you, um…and, ah…and I wanted to tell you that I’m sorry.
  Gov. Tancredi: You don’t have to say you’re sorry.
  Sara: Yeah, I do. And it must be hard to understand why I did it. I had no idea that I was putting these guys back out on the street. I thought I was saving an innocent man. And I know that you didn’t read the information I gave you on Lincoln Burrows. But, he is innocent. And a lot of the people involved right now are dead. I’m sorry…this isn’t why I called you. (tears up) I’m fine…but I’m scared.
  Gov. Tancredi (hugs Sara): Sara, I’m gonna help you through this. We’re gonna get though this together.
  Sara: Thank you.
  Gov. Tancredi: I promise.

• Lincoln: Excuse me, do you know where I might find a Double K Ranch?
  Man: What’d you call it?
  Lincoln: Double K Ranch.
  Man: No…
  Lincoln: You from around here?
  Man: Yeah, born and raised. There’s no double nothing.
  Lincoln: Great. Thanks. (to Michael) Looks like Westmoreland spent his last breath blowin’ smoke up your ass

• Debra Jean: I’m gonna go for a walk, okay? I’m gonna leave my keys right here. And when I come back, my car will be gone. I’m sure in a few hours they’ll find it somewhere. Abandoned.
  Tweener: Wait, wait! I wish it could be different.
  Debra Jean: I have to go.

• Lincoln: They said seven are still out there. So much for faking our deaths.
  Michael: I bought us some time, that’s what counts.

• T-Bag: Do you see the silo? (Staring at a bunch of townhouses) The bastards built over it.
  Michael: It’s gone.

• Mahone: You know D.B. Cooper?
  Wheeler: Yeah, yeah the hijacker.
  Lang: But he was never found.
  Mahone: Yeah, but he’s gotta be somewhere, right? Because someone hijacked that plane in Portland, and jumped out over the Pacific Northwest and someone was arrested 2 days later in Bisbee, Arizona.
  Wheeler: Not the same guy.
  Mahone: Same guy. Same guy who was treated for a broken knee in a free clinic somewhere around Salt Lake City. Same guy who’s Nova blew a head gasket 10 miles short of the border. Same guy who almost got away with a stolen car, but he ran a women down in Bisbee. Vehicular manslaughter. Arrested and booked as Charles Westmoreland. But he didn’t have the money on him. Which means…he got rid of it somewhere along the way.
  Wheeler: Wait, wait…this is fact? You figured all this out?
  Mahone: No, Scofield did. That’s why he was brining the old man along. The money’s in Utah, and they’re all going to get it.

• Tweener (when Michael and Lincoln find him): How’d you know?
  Michael: T-Bag.
  Lincoln: Hand over the map!
  Tweener: What?
  Lincoln: The map! Hand it over!
  Tweener (laughs): He told you I had it?

• Store Clerk: Hey, now. What’cha diggin’?
  Tweener: Ah, some stuff in my grandpa’s yard.
  Store Clerk: Got a bigger one in the back if you’re goin’ deep.
  Tweener: Nah, this’ll do.
  Store Clerk: Damn it if I don’t know you from somewhere. Maybe I know your grandpa.
  Tweener: Doubt it, man. He moved here, like, a month ago, so…
  Store Clerk: What’s his name?
  Tweener: His name’s Grandpa, aight? Look man, can you just ring this up, I gotta get outta here.
  Store Clerk: Sure thing fella. I’ll ring it up. (hits Tweener with a bat) I’ve seen you on TV! You’re one of them Fox River boys!

• Michael: Someone got here before us. That’s the only explanation.
  Lincoln (seeing T-Bag): Son of a bitch is still alive. (runs down to catch him).
  Michael (to T-Bag): Hey, Pretty!
  T-Bag: What the…?
  Lincoln: What’cha gonna do, scream? (slams him into the car) Why the hell are you still breathing?
  Michael (with T-Bag’s accent): What the hell’d you do to your hand?
  (Lincoln grabs T-Bags hand)
  T-Bag: Whoa, easy, easy, easy. I recently had some work done.
  Lincoln (shouts in anger): Where’s the map?
  T-Bag: Easy, easy, easy. I don’t have it!

• Lincoln: Come on. Do you have the map?
  Michael: No. Someone else does.

• Techie: Do you think he’s a genius or a whack job?
  Mahone: I think we answered that question when we assigned a hundred agents to the case.